Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 08:36:01 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 22" Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 22 - Mike by Tim Foure copyright 2001 by Tim Foure If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too. ___________ Chapter 22 - Mike - 1977 The morning I saw Charlie jerking off in the shower, I could hardly keep my mouth shut as Mom drove me, Chris, and three other kids to the Y for our swimming camp. I was dying to tell Chris what had happened, but there was no way I could say anything while we were in the car. I knew I couldn't tell him in the locker room either because we were all herded together into two aisles. Kids were practically on top of each other so there was no privacy. I held Chris back at the curb while the other kids ran into the Y and just blurted it out. "I saw Charlie jerking off in the shower this morning!" "You're kidding, right?" "No! I went in the bathroom and there he was jerking off like crazy." "Man, I got no luck at all! Why couldn't he do it yesterday morning when I was there? I gotta hear all about this." By this time we were getting close to the door of the Y. "I'll tell you while we're eating lunch." We were being taught a new stroke that morning, so Mr. Winston demonstrated it for us and then held one of the seniors while he did it in slow motion for us to watch. After that we all did it, beginning the stroke as we were held up by our senior and then being released to swim across the pool. After Chris had done it, he came to stand beside me. "He hold you by your dick again?" I whispered to him. "Sure did," Chris whispered back with a smile. "I was already hard when he grabbed it. He squeezed it some before he let me go." Chris had told me on a daily basis that Brad was hot for him, and I had just as routinely told him I thought he was out of his mind. But as the days passed, I began to think Chris might be right. We saw Brad every afternoon when we went back to swim, and each day he seemed to pay just a little more attention to Chris than he had the day before. When we finishing our showers, Brad asked Chris if we were coming back after lunch, and when Chris told him we were, he said, "Good." I began to think Chris might be right for a change. On the way to the fast food restaurant that had become our regular lunch place, I told Chris the basic details of my seeing Charlie jerk off that morning and then my jerking off as he watched me. Chris dismissed my actions as something that had happened before and were therefore of no interest. But he wanted to know every detail of what Charlie had done. "Did he shoot a big load?" he wanted to know. "How do I know? He was in the shower, remember? I saw it through the glass door." "How long did you watch him?" "Like maybe three-four minutes. He was already doing it when I came in." "Why didn't you get in the shower with him?" "Get real!" "I woulda." "I know you woulda." "How big is his hardon?" "Almost as big as my dad's." "Is it thick?" "Yeah, just like my dad's." "Nobody's dick is as cool as your dad's." I was surprised when he said that since he hadn't mentioned my dad in relation to sex in a while. I thought he had gotten turned off of him because my dad wasn't interested in having sex with him again. I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say. We were also just coming to the door of the restaurant. Once we had gotten our burgers, fries, and drinks, we settled in a booth in the back. We'd found that no one came into the back until the front filled up completely, so this booth had become our regular place to eat. "So what'd he say when he figured out you were watching him?" Chris began, taking a bite from his burger as he finished speaking. He'd stopped trying to eat his lunch in one gulp after he found out Brad didn't come back to the pool immediately. "Asked me how long I was watching him." "What'd you tell him?" "I already told you all this." "I know. But I'm just trying to get it straight in my head. Did he seem like he was embarrassed?" "No." "I guess he didn't stay hard or anything. He was just kinda coming down when he was getting out of the shower?" "Yeah, mostly. But he got hard again while I was jerking off." "Yeah? How long was he hard where you could really get a good look at it?" "Maybe five minutes. It was while he was shaving." "You shoulda grabbed it." "He woulda cut his throat. He was shaving." I said it slowly so it would have time to sink in. "Yeah, that wouldn'ta been a good move. What'd it look like? "Like a dick with a foreskin." "Aw, man, gimme a break. You saw it. Tell me." "The skin covers most of the head when he's hard. You can just see the last part of it. You can see the shape of the head through the skin. The head's pretty big. There's a big vein running from his crotch to the end of his foreskin." "What's the head shaped like? Is it pointy or flat or what?" "Kinda pointy I guess. Long and sort of rounded on the end. It's a lot like your dad's." "Did you ask him why he was still hard?" "Yeah. He told me it was from seeing me jerking off." "He said that? That's cool! I betcha he woulda done it with you if you'da asked him." "Well I didn't, so now we won't ever know." "There's the next time. You could try it the next time." "How long did I wait for this time?" "But they're getting married. He'll be living at your house all the time." I got to thinking Chris was right. I remembered my dad telling me married people jerked off too when they both didn't want to have sex. There probably would be more opportunities to see Charlie jerking off. Chris pulled me from my reverie by saying, "I'm gonna try to get a feel of Brad this afternoon." "How?" "Dunno yet, but I've decided." "Just be careful." Instead of answering me, Chris smiled as he pushed the last bite of his burger into his mouth. We went straight back to the Y after we ate. Mr. Winston made us use just two aisles of lockers when we were there in the morning, but in the afternoon we could use any locker we wanted. We learned pretty quickly that a lot of men came in between twelve and two for a swim or a basketball game or just to change into their running clothes. We tried different locker locations so we could watch them change and get a look at them naked. It turned out there wasn't any one really good place to watch from because each place let us see about the same number of men. We noticed the men coming in usually used the same locker every day if they could, so we moved to a different place every day to let us see different men each time. It continued to amaze both of us how many different shapes dicks came in, though we didn't see anyone who was actually hard. Our technique for getting a look was very simple. Chris and I sat facing each other on the bench which ran down the middle of the aisle. We talked to each other as we slowly took off our shoes and socks, but what we were actually doing was looking over each other's shoulders at the men as they took off their clothes. If I saw anyone really hot, I would tell him so he could turn and look too. He did the same for me. A few times we also came back to the bench just before one o'clock so we could see the twelve o'clock crowd coming from the shower to get dressed and the one o'clock crowd arriving and taking off their clothes. That was the best time to watch because the guys coming from the showers had longer dicks from the hot water than the ones just taking off their clothes. I told Chris that several of the men seemed to notice we were watching them and smiled at me, but he said I was crazy. We had only been in the pool about ten minutes when Brad came out of the locker room. Chris waved at him and also gestured that he should come over to the side of the pool where we were. When he got there, he squatted down. Like the first time, his dick and balls hung down between his ankles. "What's up?" he asked. "Nothing. Just wanted to say hi," Chris told him. "Well, hi then. You guys did pretty good this morning." "Thanks," Chris told him and I echoed it. "I made out so good because of the way you held me up," Chris added. "When you got a built in handle like that, it seems like a shame not to use it," Brad said with a big smile. "I liked the way you held it. It felt good." Brad nodded his head and continued to smile. "I could grab your handle there and pull you into the pool right now," Chris said, gesturing toward Brad's dick. "I'd sure jump in if you did, no doubt about that." Chris started to grab for Brad's dick, but Brad's hand shot out and caught his arm. "What's the matter?" Chris asked. "I was just gonna grab it and pull you in." "Not a good idea right here where everybody can see us." He looked over us, moving his eyes from side to side to scan the room. "Tell you what, you want to grab it, wait until after I swim my laps and I'll meet you in the steam room." "Yeah, ok." Chris said. "Nobody'll be able to see it in there." "And even if they do, just about nobody'll care." With that, he got up and walked to the end of the pool where he dove in at an empty lane. "I told you I'd get to grab it this afternoon," Chris said. "I think he's expecting you to do a lot more than just grab it." "I know that. I wanna jerk him off." "I can't believe how much nerve you've got sometimes." "Aw, man, what're you talking about. This guy grabs my dick every chance he gets when he's holding me up. No way he's not gonna go for me playing with his sometime." "You know what? You're right. That makes sense. So what? You're gonna jerk him off in the steam room." "I dunno. I might suck him off. You're gonna be there too, right? Only trouble now is I got this hardon so there's no way to get out of this pool. Let's swim or something so I can get my mind off of it." "Yeah, I wanna watch if you're really gonna do it." I had a hardon of my own to take care of. We swam around our end of the pool for a while practicing the stroke we had been taught that morning. Just about the time I thought Brad ought to be about done with his laps, Chris said to me, "My hardon's gone. Let's hurry up and go get into the steam room before it comes back." We crawled out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and went around to the steam room. Inside it was very much like the one at my dad's gym with two levels of seats on both sides of the door and running down the side walls. I guessed they ran around the fourth side too, but I couldn't see it through the steam. The room was wider than the one at the gym and could hold a lot more people. It turned out to be deeper too. I could hear some movement going on ahead of us as we walked down the middle of the room. We passed two guys sitting side by side on the bottom seat with their towels over their laps. They watched us walk past. There was another guy sitting by himself on the top seat on the other side who was sitting on his towel. He had his eyes closed and was stroking his dick slowly. Chris poked me to look at him, but I already was. When we got to the end, there was nobody there so we settled in the middle of the top seat. Chris immediately took his towel off. He was hard. "Take your towel off too," he whispered to me. I thought about it. I was hard too and I certainly didn't care if Chris saw me that way, but Brad was another matter. Then I decided if I was going to watch Chris jerk him off, it wasn't going to matter if I was hard too, so I pulled my towel open. Chris immediately grabbed my dick and started stroking it slowly. I sat there and let him. After a minute or so I began to hear other noises. I decided one of the guys wearing the towels was sucking off the other one. We had been in the steam room just a few minutes when the door opened and closed. A few seconds later Brad appeared out of the steam carrying his towel. "Looks like you guys started without me," he said as he settled on the seat next to Chris. "Yeah, we couldn't wait," Chris told him. His hand went straight from my dick to Brad's which was already half hard and obviously on its way up. A few seconds later it was completely hard. Chris stroked him with the same rhythm he had been using on me. "You got it now," Brad said as he folded his hands behind his head and move his hips forward on the bench a short way. Chris had turned toward Brad so he could get his right hand onto Brad's dick. This cut off my view so I had to either sit on the edge of the bench and lean forward to watch or move to Brad's other side. I tried the one for a minute or so, but all I was seeing was Chris's fist going up and down, so I moved around to the other side of Brad. I figured they both know they were putting on a show and I wanted to watch it. No sooner had I sat down than Brad asked me, "Feel like playing with my nipples while your buddy jerks me off?" I reached out and began to rub, squeeze, and twist his nipples. "Yeah, that's real good. Use your other hand on my balls, Chris. And how about using both hands on my nipples, Mike?" We both did as he asked. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. "That's perfect, guys. Now just keep it up." After a few minutes of that, I said to Chris, "Let's swap." "'K," he told me, letting go of Brad's dick and balls and taking over on his nipples. I had wanted to see Brad's dick hard. All I could see while Chris was stroking him was the head as it moved in and out of Chris's fist. Now I could see it clearly. It was about as thick as Chris's or mine but was longer by maybe two inches. It also curved out from his pubic hair and back in at the head so the head was almost pointing at his belly. I wrapped one hand around it and began stroking while I started to rub his balls with the other hand. "Hey, you're good at this too," Brad told me. "Thanks," I said. It just seemed to be the polite thing to do. While we both continued to work on Brad, we began to hear noises from out of the steam. There was an Unh! sound followed immediately by another a little louder. The sounds continued and kept getting louder and louder until they changed suddenly into a loud Oh! that dragged out but got lower in volume toward the end. 'That's Harry getting off," Brad told us. "Did you guys see him jerking off when you came in? He really gets into it. I sat right next to him for a couple days and watched him. He likes to be watched. He shoots so far you can't even see where it lands." Chris let me continue to stroke Brad for nearly a minute after he quit talking before he pushed my hand off of Brad's dick and went down on it. I saw Chris wrap his other hand around the shaft of Brad's dick right above his pubic hair so I kept playing with his balls. "Oh, yeah! That's great. I didn't think you'd get into that. You're doing it great!" Brad said. Chris's head had begun bobbing up and down on Brad's dick while he continued to hold the bottom half of the shaft. I was watching him intently so I didn't notice Brad lowering his arms from behind his head until he slid his hand into my lap and took hold of my dick As he began to squeeze it and stroke it slowly, I watched him slide his other hand between Chris's belly and his thigh. Chris was practically bent in half so he had to force it in. I guessed he was stroking or rubbing Chris's dick too. "You guys got nice dicks on you," he told us after a minute. "I'm gonna cum real soon. Take it, ok? Don't pull off. It'll feel so much better in your mouth. I'll suck you next." His saying that surprised me. I wondered if it was true or if he was just saying it to get Chris to keep sucking him. Either way it didn't matter for what Chris would do because I would have bet money on it that he was going to keep Brad's dick in his mouth until long after he was finished shooting if Brad would let him. When Brad came, everybody in the steam room knew it. I had heard the door open and close once, so I figured Harry had left. Or it could have been the two guys on the other bench. But since it was right after Harry came, I figured it was him. That meant there were probably two other people in there with us. I felt Brad's balls suddenly draw up tight. Brad yelled out, "Oh, yes!" as he came. About a minute later when he was coming down from it, I heard two people clapping their hands. Brad just laughed when he heard it. "I guess everybody knows when I cum, huh? Listen, I gotta have a minute to catch my breath. You guys decided which one I'm gonna do first, ok?" He lifted Chris's head from his dick as he spoke. "Do Mike first," Chris said. "I wanna watch." Out of the steam I heard a voice say, "Ok if we come watch too?" I wasn't really crazy about that idea, but it suited Brad and Chris just fine. Brad answered, "Sure. Come on over here." Chris added, "Yeah, c'mon." The same voice came out of the steam again. "As much as we'd like to, we have to get back to work. Maybe next time Give us a rain check." "Deal," said Brad. Then he added just as we heard the door open, "Hey, guys. Anybody else in here but us?" "Not once we leave. See you next time. You owe us a show." We heard someone else laugh as he spoke. The sound was cut off by the closing door. I was still staring off into the steam as if I had to look in the direction the sound was coming from in order to hear it when Brad pushed me sideways on the bench. Two pushes and a tug later and I was lying on my back with my legs spread over Brad's arms and he was lowering his mouth onto my dick. He was really good. I could feel his lips and his tongue both working on my dick from the first. And when I turned my head sideways, Chris was right there watching. "This is really hot, man!" he told me as he reached under my leg and began to rub my balls. "I'm not gonna last long at all with you guys working on me like that," I told them. And true to my work, I erupted less than two minutes later. Brad stayed with me until I had to ask him not to lick the head of my dick any more. "I'm like that too," he told me after he let my dick drop out of his mouth. "Too sensitive even for a tongue right after I cum. Ok, Chris. Hop up on the bench and spread 'em." Chris did as he was told and Brad was on him a few seconds later. He came before I even got a chance to move to where I could reach his balls. "That was great, guys," Brad said as we sat on the bench afterwards. He had pulled on both of us so we were using his thighs as pillows. He was rubbing our chests and playing with our nipples. "So what're your plans for tomorrow afternoon." "I plan to be right here sucking your dick," Chris told him. "Sounds like a winner to me! How about you, Mike? You like to suck too or just get sucked? Doesn't matter. I like both and I'd like to suck you again no matter what." "No, I suck too," I told him. "That's cool. I'd let you suck me now but I gotta save something for my girlfriend tonight. You can suck me tomorrow. Maybe we can even put on a show for those guys. Lotta sex goes on in this steam room. Just wait and see." Then he was on his feet. "Need to jump back in the pool and cool off a little bit so I can take a shower. See you guys tomorrow morning." Once he had left, Chris said, "That was wild!" "Yeah, it sure was." "I'm ready to cum again. You?" "I could but I'm going to my dad's. I want to wait. But I'll suck you off again." "Do it, man! I'll owe you one." I did it. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at WWW.NIFTY.ORG in the gay male/incest section.